Summary:the future is bright and full of wonder
where we go and where we'll wander
who may know but the winter snow
and who may see when friendship grows
-Unknown Seeker, approx. 563 BCE
The first Christmas after the Breach had been sealed was a lesson in patience. People went as all out as they could for their children and did their best to get the best gifts they could. The rebuilding process was put on hold for one day and even if it seemed so busy everything was still.
Breathing deeply and bunching up in his coat, Predaking looked up at the archway they were meant to be meeting under. There was a fair in Praxus, his people's new home was still being built in a place between Praxus and Vos, and everything was just... Well, he didn't know. Couldn't think of a way to describe it. He was happy, that much was certain. His people and Grimlock's had formed a city together. More and more of each of their groups had begun to show up day by day.
Huffing out a breath of air that turned to mist, he considered the time again. They were late. He could tell the others were getting a bit annoyed as well. Though he didn't blame them he couldn't really blame the Seekers either.
The sound he'd come to associate with them, the whistle of concentrated water through ice, stopped his thoughts. His nephews cheered when they were grabbed and swung about in a circle with Night. Well, there was one. He could only watch in amusement as more and more of the Seekers they'd known showed and split between the groups they had formed in the 'Dome.
"Sorry I'm la- whoa, okay!" He couldn't help but laugh with the man he'd pulled into an embrace. His arms wrapped tight around his copilot (no, friend, they aren't copilots anymore) and his nose nestled into the pale neck. Breathing in a scent that had been so familiar and then taken away eased something in him. Something he couldn't quite understand. "S'good to see you too, beastie. C'mon. Time to take you all Up!"
"Up?" He felt Starscream's forehead press to his own, locked his attention onto vivid blue eyes and then grinned. "Up and up we go..."
"Where we'll stop, no one knows." A laugh, so many war hardened fools breaking into relieved and happy chuckles. "Come on, all you ground pounding fools! The future's bright and it'll only be warm if we get away from this cold!" A collective laugh and then they were headed to the Seekers' city. At least Starscream had a point.
The future looked bright indeed.
So here's the end! We're done! Finished. It's been interesting. The poem in this summary is something I made up on my own. Anyway, there's a lot I wish I could have done better for a lot of these but all in all I'm happy.
Happy holidays to all of you! I hope it's good for you. My greatest gift this year was that my grandma and uncle, who both have cancer and aren't expected to make it to the new year, were able to be happy today and that I was able to see them be happy. What was yours?
Later days!